"Procrastination is your body telling you you need to back off a bit
and think more about what you are doing." -James Attucher
For the past three years, a stack of stone pavers has been blocking traffic and hogging space in my skinny side yard.
Left over from a front yard patio that we ripped up and replaced in 2013, I've been meaning to get rid of these babies ever since.
Oh, I had plenty of good intentions.
List them on Craigslist.
Sell them at a garage sale.
Set them out by the side of the street on a Saturday morning and watch them fly away.
But somehow, I just never got around to it.
The timing on that task never felt quite right.
You might even say I procrastinated.
Other issues occupied my mind, such as the pesky problem of getting muddy feet each time I run out to that same side yard to hang laundry, fire up the grill, or fetch something from my potting bench. For whatever reasons, even though that stack of pavers annoyed me endlessly, something told me to wait on getting rid of them.
Last weekend, my brain suddenly grasped the obvious.
Lay the leftover pavers right there in the side yard and voila! No more muddy feet.
I mean, come on. That one was so obvious it was painful.
But thank goodness that during the three years my brain needed to work out that solution, my instincts were clever enough to keep me from acting on those bricks.
Creative solutions come in their own sweet time.
My instincts are smarter than me.
When I listen and wait, good things eventually happen.
And that is why I am proud to be a procrastinator.
^ Ranger came out to inspect my work, gave me his tail-wagging approval, and even found himself inspired to hop up into the garden and sniff around in the sunshine. From what I can tell, he rarely procrastinates.
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